Moonspear there's no one to bother me, except

The night and the morning were distinct in his mind. One was a time period and one was an event, in his mind. Even so, Katmai thought that this was a fair enough assessment, though not a very useful one. Still. Food for thought.

"I have seen these things in the Land of Long Nights," he agreed, his tail wagging in recognition. "That is Kindle hails from." A moon wolf in his own right. Or a star wolf, perhaps, since the moon was not always in his dark skies.

He paused then to look up at the sky, contemplative.

"I wonder if they think of us," he said, looking back down at the dog. "We tell stories about them, and we use them to navigate, and we look up and wish upon them at night. I wonder if we are as significant in their lives."

If stars had lives. Katmai thought that they must, even as unknowable as they were. Why else should they be so fascinating to the eyes that lived down below.